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okoye charles

(12th Febuary,1988 / Onitsha)

Lines Written in Heartbreak


Please Dear Ebony,
Answer me these questions, I pray;

Do you miss me a little; lying on the shores of your heart,
Alone with the sullen tides that breaks upon your way?
You were here by the beach, like the sands in my hand,
Within my clinched grasp yet you still slipped away.

Do you hear the broken voice of the cracking coconut?
Or percieve the sweet fragrance of the trampled roses?
Do you not feel for the field watered by drought?
Yet you still left me there, when harmattan approaches.

You left me at night, alone with the crescent moon.
In the coldest hour, the birds dare not sing but shiver.
The sky is filled with stars but lonesome I am,
Lonesome like a Hyacinth devoid of water.

Autumn's hands have made nature to shed tears
Of fallen leaves and fragments of heart broken.
The harmattan's wind did blow us far apart,
Far from the tree we once held but now forgotten.

I seek the truth in each of your lies,
The pains and the tears, both to remind me of you.
The roses on my bed and the apple of my eyes,
Both were once red but now are blue.

I hold in my hands the seeds of your betrayal,
The dreams we both shared are now but withered roses.
Mine is a lily among your pitiless thorns,
The garden of my heart is green with unseen bruises.

I savor the lemon after-taste of your love,
And feel its bite, its strong vinegar flavour.
Every fruits has its own distinct taste,
The sweetness of yours has left me a taste sour.

I see you in each of my dreams, in my sweet nightmares,
Among the sleeping Mistletoes that beguiles my view.
Can you not see that the least movement of the trees,
Always brings to me these sad fallen leaves of you.

Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, June 06, 2012

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